A Collection of Glee Oneshots 5

Brothers (Quick/Jake)

Quinn woke up and rolled over in bed. Her eyes widened when she realized she was in a Puckerman's bed with a Puckerman, and it wasn't Puck.

Quinn took a deep breath as she tried to piece together the night before. She couldn't remember anything other than her fight with Puck leading her to Jake.

Slowly, Quinn willed herself to peek under the covers to make sure she was clothed.

Thankfully, she was.

"Jake."

Jake opened his eyes and looked at Quinn. "Hey."

"What the hell are you doing?" Quinn demanded.

"I was sleeping." Jake replied.

"No, why are we in bed together?" Quinn questioned Jake.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Jake asked. "I tried to give you my bed and you said you were fine on the couch."

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, trying to remember.

"I offered to take the couch and you said no." Jake reminded Quinn. "But I guess you changed your mind at some point during the night."

"I guess so." Quinn agreed.

"At least we didn't do anything." Jake noted. "Right?"

"Right." Quinn repeated. "But honestly, I don't remember anything from last night."

"You had some fight with Puck and came here to talk." Jake explained. "We talked for a while, and then you left, but you called me to come to the club."

Quinn nodded, wanting to hear more.

"We partied for a while, and then I brought you here to eat and sleep it off and clear your head before you go talk to Puck." Jake finished as he got up. "And speaking of food, I'm hungry."

Quinn quickly got up and followed Jake out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. "We didn't do anything wrong."

"We didn't cross any lines." Jake promised.

"Good." Quinn said. "Because when Noah asked us to get along, he didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah." Jake chuckled. "Yeah, definitely not."

Quinn smiled slightly.

"I'm glad you don't hate me anymore though." Jake teased.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "You're a good friend, Jake. You're practically family."

"Yeah, you, too." Jake nodded as someone knocked on the apartment door.

Quinn looked at Jake.

"Wanna grab that? It might be Puck looking for you." Jake said.

"Maybe." Quinn replied as she walked to the door and opened it. She looked at Puck. "Hey."

"What the hell is this?" Puck wondered. "What are you doing here?"

"Why don't you come in and we can talk?" Quinn suggested.

Puck shook his head. "Why are you at my brother's place in the morning? And why are you wearing one of his shirts?"

"Noah, I didn't do anything." Quinn promised. "Just let me explain."

Jake walked over to Quinn and Puck at the door. "Hey, bro. Everything okay?"

"Did you sleep with her?" Puck demanded.

"Dude, calm down and lower your voice." Jake requested.

"Did you?" Puck repeated.

"No, of course not." Jake answered. "Just come inside, okay?"

"Please, Noah." Quinn nodded. "Come sit down."

Quinn and Jake exchanged a glance as Puck walked past them and entered the apartment.

"I wanna believe you, but with your track record and everything, I-"

"You think I slept with your brother?" Quinn cut Puck off.

"I didn't say that." Puck pointed out. "I just wanna know what happened. 'Cause we had a little argument, and then you left and never came home, and in the morning, I find you at my brother's place wearing his clothes."

"What are you doing here anyway?" Quinn asked.

"I came to talk to Jake." Puck answered. "He's my brother."

Quinn nodded.

"I'm gonna work on breakfast." Jake muttered, excusing himself as Quinn and Puck sat down on the couch.

"I was upset about our fight." Quinn began. "And I came to Jake for advice."

"Why?" Puck questioned Quinn. "Why Jake?"

"He's my friend, and he's a Puckerman." Quinn shrugged. "I guess I just thought he'd be good at figuring this out."

"Was he?" Puck wondered.

"I don't know." Quinn said. "I was really upset and I drank a lot, and Jake just made sure I was okay."

Puck looked at Quinn.

"Nothing happened between us, I swear." Quinn added. "Because I just wanna be with you."

"Still?" Puck double-checked.

"I don't care if we fight or disagree on things." Quinn said. "I love you, and I wanna work through it, not give up or sabotage it."

"I love you, too." Puck told Quinn. "And I'm glad that you and my brother are, like, friends, but you should've talked to me."

"I know." Quinn nodded. "And I will next time."